9/12/02

When we last saw my Sims, I was a new mother.

I played for a little bit on Tuesday night. That damn baby kept crying. I made Logan take care of it a lot, and I think that made him grumpy. And then our little relationship meters started going down little by little. We started the day at 100percent smooshiness for each other, but that squalling brat bummed us both out.

We had an argument in the bathroom. I'm not sure what it was about, but Logan was pissed. I hope I reminded him that it was his idea to have that damn kid in the first place.

Attempts to make us kiss and hug and get our smooshiness back to 100percent were futile. We both got in The Love Bed, but went to sleep. After we woke up and got dressed, I walked over and slapped Logan in the face! He stood there and bawled like a little girl. It was not one of our finer moments.

After that, things really got nasty. Logan got sassy and refused to take care of the baby. I began making multiple plates of food and leaving them in various places throughout the house just to piss him off. I was only feeling 89percent smooshy for Logan, and his smooshy for me had plummeted to 78percent after I bitch-slapped him, so you can just imagine the iciness.

At that point I paused the game so I could call my dad to discuss some trip details. I guess it must un-pause itself after a few minutes, because when I came back to it the game was running again. We were just climbing out of The Love Bed, all starkers, and our smooshiness was back to 100percent. I guess we had make up sex.

The baby was nowhere to be found, so I assume we ignored it until it got taken away. Thank you, Jebus!

The End



After I redid the house, we got some leisure time in.



Logan in his usual spot--in front of the dollhouse.



I'm no dummy.



That's okay, honey. You grunt and sweat all you want. I'll just sit here and watch.



I guess I enjoyed the grunting and the sweating.



Are you trying to steal my wallet?



Later on, while I'm sleeping, Logan climbs into bed. I don't think he had sleep on his mind.



I have a feeling we're in for more grunting and sweating.